Examinations Poem by Arfa Kalera

A source of fear
For those who are afraid
A yardstick to measure efficiency,
Pain for the learner, pleasure for teacher
Though I am not a lazy being
Yet they give me psychological torture
And make me always nervous
Now they again encroach to me
And I shall be face to face next week
Though I burn the midnight oil
Yet I have sense 'I know nothing'
It is hard to stuff the mind,
With the dates of history, symbols of chemistry,
But O! my friends be patient
Though they give you distress
Yet they bring you success
When others sleep
And you at the night wake
They mold your fate, soon or late.